"Don't rush out too far!"

Xu Shiyang stood on top of the dock wall and shouted at the selected soldiers who counterattacked.

However, he was a little skeptical that Xie Zhen and Xie Bao would be able to hear what they were talking about.

"Xu Da Xu Er! Get ready! Pick them up! ”

"Yes!"

Ahead, the collapsing enemy army was constantly driven and chased by the 200 Xuanfeng who rushed out, and almost instantly swept past the Tartar slave soldiers who were supervising the battle behind, and led them to rush towards the traitor soldiers further back.

These Han warlords were well aware that the Tartars behind them would not show mercy to the collapsed ranks, and that they had some experience in following the Tartars and dealing with the surging outcasts.

Several Han soldiers in charge of the command gave an order, and the sword and shield soldiers in the front row turned slightly sideways, shoulder to shoulder, and held shields in front of them with both hands, forming a solid turtle formation.

The pikemen in the back row raised their spears and rested them on the shoulders of the sword and shield men in front of them, adding countless sharp spikes to the tortoise shell.

Several Han Chinese Mouke carried large knives and walked back and forth behind the front line, while howling frantically: "Don't take a step back!" Whoever retreats will be killed! ”

With a bang, the mentally broken slaves crashed headlong into the shield array, knocking the traitor army's front line back again and again, almost all the people in the front row who couldn't dodge were stabbed to death by spears, and the people in the back row only crowded forward, trying to find a way to escape.

The Han Mouks did not really kill the retreating men, because their line was still not broken, and the two sides were still in a stalemate.

This stalemate is beneficial to the Mooks, and the most terrible thing about the rout is the desperate rush to escape, as long as they hold back for a while and let their sanity recover a little, the slave will still be just a slave.

In the rear, Xie Zhen and Xie Bao led the rise of the selection of soldiers to kill, whether it was the unarmed dock fort people newly captured by the Tartars, or the slave soldiers who had at least one waist knife, none of them turned back to resist.

This kind of battle scene was exactly the same as the feeling when fighting the Japanese invaders before, and even made a few low-ranking officers who rushed out mistakenly think that victory was already in hand.

At this moment, a fierce gong suddenly sounded on the earthen wall behind him, Xie Zhen was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he realized that it was the signal of Xu Shiyang's order to retreat.

"Brother, what's going on?" Xie Bao ran over and asked, "I'm having a good time killing this!" ”

Xie Zhen opened his mouth, and just as he was about to speak, someone in front of him answered for him.

With a whin, a rain of arrows smashed down on the head and face, covering all the fleeing slave soldiers and the pursuing Xuanfeng below, countless people screamed and fell to the ground, and the originally fierce rout tide was stagnant.

From the front, there was a vicious roar of the real female soldiers: "Rush over!" Death to those who retreat! ”

Subsequently, two hundred Jurchen soldiers armed with long shields, smashed through the array of traitor soldiers from the rear, wielded large swords and long axes and directly smashed into the rout.

The well-made heavy cold weapons brought a rain of blood, human heads and various limbs flew wildly, the screams of dying and the howls of Tartar beasts were endless, the slaves recalled the brutality of the Jurchens, some shouted, regardless of turning their heads and rushing back to the front soldiers, more people began to avoid the sides, trying to avoid the two ferocious killing gods in front and behind.

Xie Zhen only felt that there was a sudden opening in front of him, and the crowd that had fled instantly scattered a lot, and then a long line of shields crashed straight into the people who couldn't dodge, and rushed towards him!

"Not good!" Xie Zhen only had time to shout: "Run!" ”

Before the words fell, the Jurchen army rushed directly into the vanguard soldiers who were pursuing in the rear!

The Jurchen soldiers with shields in the front row continued to assault, and the enemy soldiers in the back row began to wave the weapons in their hands and skillfully harvest the lives on the ground.

Xie Zhen and Xie Bao brothers withstood the first wave of impact of the Tartars, the equipment on the two of them was almost exactly the same as the Tartars, and the chain armor was the trophy of last year, plus the two of them were old hunters, with meat supplements all year round, and they were strong, so they were not knocked down all of a sudden and lost their combat effectiveness.

But their situation was not much better, almost all the selected fronts around them were broken, the brothers felt that they were all enemies around them, and they couldn't find a helper at all, the Jurchens' blades were cut in their ears, they held a shield in one hand and a steel fork in the other, struggling to support.

On the dock wall behind him, the piercing gong was still ringing desperately, during which Xie Zhen heard a dense sound of horses' hooves in despair.

Needless to guess, it must have been the Tartar cavalry circling the flanks, preparing to outflank their rear.

"Xie Bao! Today, our brothers are going to explain here! ”

"Then pull two cushions!"

Xie Bao was furious, not retreating but advancing, using a shield in his left hand to swing a big knife of a Tartar, and a steel fork in his right hand smashed directly on the head of the Tartar like a big stick, and the Tartar was paralyzed like a noodle.

The young deputy captain of the Selector took a step forward and stepped heavily on the face of the Tartars, he felt the feeling of the bones on the soles of his feet shattering, and he had no fear in his heart, and shouted frantically in the face of the hundreds of Tartars in front of him: "Come on! Grandpa is here! Kill your grandfather! ”

"What a howl!"

Xu Shiyang's voice sounded behind him:

"Go back!"

Just now, Xu Shiyang, who was standing on the wall and looking at the overall situation, realized the situation earlier than everyone else, and when he saw the traitor army in the distance blocking the rout and not being swept away by the rout, he knew that he couldn't chase it anymore.

But the rise of Xie Zhen and Jie Bao Killing, after hearing the sound of Mingjin, he didn't immediately lead the team to retreat!

Xu Shiyang had no choice but to order the signal soldiers at the head of the wall to continue to beat the gong desperately, urging Xuanfeng to retreat, and he went down the wall himself, leading the prepared Ruishi and Shenji to attack, and cut off the rear for Xuanfeng.

This action finally saved the life of Xie Zhen Jiebao, the Rui soldiers just discharged two spear arrays in front of the trench, one on the left and right, to protect the retreat of the selected front soldiers, the Tartar cavalry of Hai Linbao came roaring, and in the face of the unwavering spear array, the Tartar horse unconsciously turned around and began to run along the edge of the gun array.

During the turn of the mount, the Tartar cavalry skillfully threw out a wave of throwing axes and javelins, knocking down more than a dozen sharp soldiers, and the god soldiers standing in the back row immediately returned fire, and in the roar of muskets, more than a dozen Tartars also fell off their horses.

In the center of the two small phalanxes, Xu Shiyang personally led 50 individually organized Xuanfeng and Ruishi to support Xie Zhen and Jiebao.

He was ruthless, and hacked two deserters to death in a row, barely able to stabilize the crumbling line.

The soldiers retreated to the edge of the trench and began to retreat to their positions through long ladders, and the god soldiers, who had no combat effectiveness without formation, went first, then the sharps, and then the pickers.

After Xu Shiyang, Xie Zhen, Xie Bao, and about twenty selected soldiers stood in a row, hundreds of militiamen who could shoot arrows desperately threw rough feather arrows downward to provide them with some cover.

Seeing that the ducks were about to be cooked and flew away, the Tartars became more and more frenzied, ignoring the arrows fired by the militia overhead, and the tide rushed into the last line of defense.

It wasn't until the Divine Soldiers, who had retreated back to the breastwork, knocked down dozens of people with a salvo mixed with the roar of wooden cannons, that they were pushed out of the way.